Hey, I was major bored and couldn't sleep so I wrote this. :) It hasn't been beta'd yet :( I still need to find a beta. :) But I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my ipod :(
From The Depths I See Light
The knob turned and I slowly entered the dormitory careful not to wake anyone. I sigh in relief when all stays quiet. Then there she is her dark chocolate eyes deep with concern. She asks me where I've been, every time she does, asking why I was out so late and why I smell of fire-whiskey and sex. She asks if I'm satisfied, if I'm happy with myself. My eyes slide closed my fingers reach my temple and slowly relieve the on-coming headache. She's quiet so the others don't wake, but I want them to. I hate when she criticizes me. She can see the fire building in my eyes, like the fire-whiskey that still scorches my throat. She's standing now, that's new she never leaves her bed, never approaches me, but she does now.
We're walking now, down the stairs and through the common room, being a prefect she damn well knows not to leave the dormitory.
"Where are we going?" I ask, not expecting an answer. She simply caresses the back of my hand with her thumb. I don't remember when our hands joined together but I hope they stay that way. I know now where we're going. The Room of Requirements always such an assuring safe-haven.
She quickly paces three times and leads us through the door to the unknown. I'm curious, what are Hermione's desires within the Room of Requirements'. I take a long glance around and confusion envelops me. There's a bed and furniture. On the far side there are two doors on opposite sides of the chest of drawers in the middle with a large television resting atop it. Also a radio sits on a dresser along the wall next to the door. A large desk is cluttered with books, papers, and writing instruments. I realize I must be in a muggle room because the paper is white and lined unlike parchment, and the pens don't seem to require ink. Hermione wordlessly points to the bed and I sit. She walks through the door to the left of the chest of drawers and returns with a glass of water and some muggle medicine. I assume that door leads to a bathroom. She sits next to me and sighs, taking in my long unkempt red hair and the drained emptiness of my face. She begins to speak,
"Why do you do this every night?"
"Because it is easy and requires no thought.
-Because I'm dying on the inside
"No it's not easy. Is it easy hiding from your friends? Is it easy forgetting those nameless faces? Is it easy looking in the mirror and being ashamed of what you've become since Fred died?"
-How can she always tell what to say to turn me to mush?
"Why do you care so much?"
"I care because I care about you." She says it with the faintest hint of a smile.
I quickly decide to change the subject.
"Where are we?" She smiles that gorgeous smile of hers and her golden brown eyes swim with memories.
"We are in my room."
Well that explains the muggley feeling. She's looking at me again like she's going to talk.
"Ginny, please talk to me, I'm worried about you, we all are. It's hard losing someone but we're here to help you. Just please talk to me."
"Look I drink to forget what happened okay." She's not satisfied with the answer and I can tell she's about to ask the big one.
"…And the sex why do you do that?" Damn I knew that was coming.
"Well… the sex is simply…sex there's nothing to it." She seems upset hate seeing her like this.
"Wouldn't you rather wait, save yourself until you fall in love?"
"Hermione look at me, would you want to fall in love with me?" She hesitates for a moment.
"I already have." The cute blush creeping upon her cheeks as she turns away let me know she truly means it and it's killing her to see me suffer. I've waited so long for her to say it, but hearing it know I wish I hadn't. She deserves better than me and I can never be good enough.